School Urban Poems

'Scepter and Crown
must tumble down.'
wrote a poet of a long past day. 
For want of renewal,
must so many a school
not tumble but crumble away....

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I will stop reminiscing over the 1700s when the 2000s stop mirroring the same values
plantations upgraded to prisons, chains to handcuff, masters to head leaders...

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Seeing a drunk sprawled out
  on the front steps of a three-flat
and a beggar plying his trade
  at the end of the block

The...

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The mommies or daddies
Or nannies convene
With toddlers or infants in tow.
The strollers get parked
And, as well, on the scene 
Are the scooters for those in...

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Urban Jungle Blues

I am a survivor of the urban jungle!
Where walking in fear was a daily struggle.
Angry, violent, hostile people on mass 
transportation.
Cussing, spitting and...

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My oldest son,
one of the few Earth-mattering
Earth-shattering
Black lives
I was made to protect
to guide
by eco-righteous WinWin acts 
and co-passioning words,

Felt, and therefore was, disempowered,
worthless,
like helpless prey...

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BETSY MEEK AND MILD

There was a cow called Betsy
She was gentle meek and mild.
A pretty coloured Jersey one,
Milked daily by a young child.

Betsy loved to...

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I live in a world where kids Cancer, Women get raped, and teenagers get shot
Government take us to war, Police kill innocent people
We're all judged...

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Cutting stones for building blocks doesn't
bring the whole food at the table. Playing
betting games force them to sell their
clothes and shoes. Saving money becomes
harder than...

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A high school graduate sits at a liquor store,
looking at her life sweetly slipping in the hands
of people she calls friends.
Every guy in the street...

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Slouching on the evening train
Ravelling through old anxieties,
It better than eye contact with robots
Haplessly Shuffling on and off 
The deepest and fondest memories appear
Through the...

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Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, the Sereno and the Hausgast – XXXI  Part One

Be they so named or not in these...

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The tides of the streams of Warri
Have been here with me
Since my wee school days in that town.

The brownish waters I guzzled
While swimming the streams...

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On the anvil that’s the dorp
The noon-day sun beats down.
So between twelve and two
Life in the place is suspended.
Doors to the stores are ‘toe’
And in...

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I'm sorry momma.
I'm sorry father.
I couldn't be the man you raised.
You instilled me with morals and values,
from which I chose to stray.
I chose to leave...

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